by ser mathius (Jeremy) | REad Sualiwag's RECAP
It’s me, Marthius. As I promised, I would send a letter on the night of my arrival in the lands of Summer-port. Perhaps I was a-tad stretching when I told you the waters would be warm, and the sun in plenty; however, I think that I can do real good hear. I understand, I am just an old knight, wrecked in my main-hand, and using my left as if it were dominant; and true, perhaps the line of work is designed and built for a younger generation that does not carry the wounds of so many years of battle. Yet, when I arrived in this damned city of chill and death, I felt
alive. Alive, and strong, and like something that I had been missing for so many years has been returned to me. My youth, my liveliness, my energy, all flowing back moments after stepping onto the urban decayed landscape of Summer-port.
And true enough, I was needed! You have so much worry that they would shrug off an old knights aid. The opposite had occurred in-fact: entering into the local saloon, one “Thieves’ Tankard” Sualiwag and I were able to lend some help in clearing out several buildings of the savage beast they resided in them, getting furs and boots from the leathers of the local beasts as compensation. Without them, I very much doubt that dear ol’ Sualiwag would be without his feet, and rather with frostbitten stumps. Sure he might complain of the discomfort of clunky
old shoes; but I think surely he is getting use to them. In-fact, I saw him forgetting to take them off that night you should have seen the look on his face when he awoke to find them still there, as bright as a tomato!
But, as noted, we were certainly needed, and welcomed into the community. There seems to be fifty odd members of the urban ruble- amongst them a band of rather trained adventurers. So much like myself from my youth- I only hope to catch up to there skill with this blasted left hand. Amongst them were elves, half elves, and a lizard-folk of especial interest: Salazar- bannered in black scales, and a-few members of what I could only assume to be a cult known only as “Gaia.”
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